ErickL2007

The knock on the door
a soldier comes
and there i am off to war.

Nineteen years young
with a loaded gun and shovel.
in the march there are many poeple
some young some old
last goodbye to my mother
feeling excited to serve my country,
makes my family proud.
getting greeted by a blast of a bomb

in the trenches i go, getting ready to fight
so many poeple dying, it isnt right.
Blood oozes out of the wound

machine gun fire scares me
bombs exploding near by
and i ask myself why
my life is now gone
dedicated to the war
i am now forgotten
as i lay on the floor.